Alright ladies...ready for a stroll down memory lane? I've had a lot on my mind recently and while this may not neccesarily apply to everyone, I know it definitely applies to me.
My whole life I've been labeled as "boy crazy". I think it all started at the age of 3 when I shared a play pen with a boy I affecionately nicknamed "Bubba". We went to the same horrible day care and had chicken pox at the same time. I think its safe to say he was my first "boyfriend", if at that age there is such a thing. It then escalated from Bubba to Chris Condon (who by the way is madly in love with my best friend...). Oh the memories I have of chasing him all over the playground aching for that one kiss. One fateful day I got that kiss...it took me and 6 other girls and I got a scrapped knee because of it, but it was totally worth it. It then slowly progressed to the days of 'N sync, Backstreet Boys, and Hanson. I was totally boyband crazy. I could tell you everything about them. What JC's favorite food was...Justin's favorite color...not to mention sing word for word to every song...
Here's my thought though...thinking back to those days of singing and "rocking out" to 'N sync. I could sing all those songs and not miss a word, but if you would've asked me what my Bible verse was I wouldn't be able to tell you. What does that tell you about my priorities? To this day I can still sing those songs word for word, but I can only quote a few of the "big" verses from my AWANA days. I wish I could say that as I've grown older and matured my priorities have shifted. I still find myself falling back into the boy-crazed state of mind. I obviously keep this blog, but I also keep a more detailed and private journal. The past couple days I've just noticed how far I've fallen since the God-high of the middle of the semester. I've been otherwise distracted with...you've guessed it...boys. I know there can be a happy medium...but I just have to get my priorities right. Not to mention the concept of boys/commitment/dating completely petrifies me. Never in my life did I think I would be afraid of commitment, but I guess that's just what happens when you've gotten burned. I've learned a lot...but I've got a long way to go before I'm anywhere near where I should be.
...After all this has passed I still will remain after I've cried my last there'll be beauty from pain though it won't be today someday I'll hope again and there'll be beauty from pain You will bring beauty from my pain...
